The Wounded

"What did they call us?" she whispered to the man. It was a rather astonishing question, for they both clearly heard the one strange name the hunting men shouted at them.

They were both covered in dirt from head to toe, with ripped clothing and dark circles under their fiery eyes due to stress after the invasion. Their dirt encrusted legs flung to the moist, grassy ground, numb and tired after days of running.

His fierce eyes glanced around the forest for any more gunmen before answering. Shots echoed against the stormy clouds. The familiar scent of smoke filled their noses. Ten days ago, Anemone would have coughed from the thick air. Already in that time she had become acquainted with her new life on the run.

"The Wounded," he breathed.

Before she could question the stranger any longer, the ground vibrated violently once more, sending shocks of adrenaline to Anemone's pounding heart.

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The world hundreds of years in the future from now faces what may be it's end. Ophelia sensed it, days before the invasion began. All there was left for her to do after her town was left in ruins, was run. At the time it was a source of mindless escape, but once she met the charming young man who always secretly treasured her, they uncover just how vital their survival is, for the fate of all future generations depend on it.

*A/N- Okay, I will be changing the entire story here, so if you are a past reader, please just forget all of that from before! haha, go read!!**